Ha. I am amused at people so anxious to take material from this blog, or complain about something I’ve written, that they can’t be bothered to look around for names of the blog, or author, or otherwise look for proper attribution.

I’ve been called “Tim Panogos” several times, “Tim Pagonos” a few. I’ve had a few zombies from Santayana’s nightmares insist on calling me Millard.

For the record, the URL of this blog features the name of that great Utah landmark, MountTimpanogos. I do not intentionally use the pseudonyms “Tim Panagos,” “Tim Pangos,” nor any other derivative from the mountain’s moniker.

Bumper sticker memes tend to age very quickly, quickly past ripe and right on into overripe. Remember “Baby on Board?”

My favorite response was one that said “Ex-husband in trunk.” A tie flapped out of the trunk compartment, as if caught in a sudden closing on a squirmy piece of cargo.

I’m tired of the stick families, now. And so, I was happy to see this in the parking lot.

Parking lot/bumper sticker humor — what happened to that nice stick family that used to live on the mini-van next door? “We ate your stick family.” Who knew zombies eat like beavers? Photo by Ed Darrell

In the later pages he talks about how many copies of the Bible there are, and he says that’s an indication of how accurate it is, and that it’s the truth. That’s like saying any document I create becomes more truthful the higher the number of Xerox copies I make.

I figured that was one of the stupidest claims ever made. Maybe it was the crowd I was in with, but the more devout Christians (except for the Mormons, but that’s a different tale) swooned over the claim. I thought that any belief system that was so devoid of logic, and which required adherents to abandon all reason, was foolish.

About five years ago I picked it up again when one of our youth ministers asked me about it, and I skimmed through it again looking for any cogent, careful and compelling argument. Of course, this was long after law school and due diligence work in the law . . . I thought it more foolish than I had found it years before.

I summed it up this way for the youth minister: If there were evidence, we wouldn’t need faith. We call it a faith proudly, and we discuss the mysteries. It’s a tragedy that MacDowell has been divorced from that sweet part of Christian discovery and leap of faith. Were there evidence enough for a verdict, we’d not need faith, and it would be impossible to be anything other than an agnostic who has found the evidence.

Dead Link?

We've been soaking in the Bathtub for several months, long enough that some of the links we've used have gone to the Great Internet in the Sky.
If you find a dead link, please leave a comment to that post, and tell us what link has expired.
Thanks!